Dario (The Conti Crime Family #2) Read Online C.M. Steele

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love, Mafia, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: The Conti Crime Family Series by C.M. Steele
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Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29650 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
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Twisting my head around, I snarl, “Get the fuck out of here.” I return my attention to my woman and say, “Don’t stop sucking, amore mia.” I can’t let on that her sister nearly saw her giving me a blow job.

May pulled her lips off my cock and blushed with embarrassment. “Someone was in here.”

I hold on to her hair, tilting her head to look up at me. “Don’t worry about it. I’d fuck the shit out of you in front of my entire staff if I wasn’t such a possessive fucker. Besides, they didn’t see anything. Now, you better get back to finishing, woman, because we’re not done until we’re both coming.”

“Then what are you waiting for? The longer you hold out, the longer it’s going to take to make me come, Mr. Conti.”

“Wife, you’re asking to get spanked with that mouth of yours. I guess I should keep it stuffed.” I slide my cock back inside, and she grins before taking it all the way down and closing her lips around it. May truly gets a rise out of me, and now she’s getting a massive rise. I refuse to unload just yet because I intend to breed her.

“Up,” I growl. She doesn’t stop sucking me off, so I force her pretty little head with a tug of her hair. It’s gonna grow a damn inch longer by the time she learns to fucking listen to me.

“You want to come, you’ll get your ass up before I nut in your bratty little face.”

She gets to her feet, and then I lift off her dress. I want my wife like she is, nearly naked in just her heels and bra. Damn, I love the sexy look of her nearly bare. “Bend over the counter.” Without a fuss, she leans over the surface, huge tits splayed on the cool surface. The only thing protecting her nipples from the chill is the tiny fabric, but I keep it on just in case someone dares enter again.

“Brace yourself, May. I want you to feel me and know that I mean what I say, amore.” I lean over her body and press my hands to her ass cheeks, parting them and staring at the little hole I might have to enter at another time. For now, I’ll claim my wife again and again in her honeyed little pussy.

“I’m not afraid of you, Dario.”

“Good. You shouldn’t be afraid of anyone when I’m around, my love,” I whisper in her ear as I slide into her pussy. I don’t know if she gasps from my entrance or the endearment. I always call her that, but not in English. Slinking my arms around her body, one slides up to her chest, hand cupping her tit, and the other wraps around her flat belly. I drag her firmly to my chest while I rock my pelvis into her, drilling deep into her womb.

“Dario, you’re going to make me come.”

“That’s my job as your husband.” I bite on her shoulder and then lick it. “I want to hear my name from your lips every day.”

“Dario.” The cries of her orgasm are followed by the rapid release of my own. I shoot everything I have into her.

“I can’t believe you fucked me with a gun on the counter.”

“The safety’s on.”

“Good. We don’t want our babies to get a hold of them.”

“No, we don’t.” I feel like I’m slowly winning her over. I kiss her forehead.

My phone rings, and it’s a call from Luca. “This better be important.”

“You still have a meeting.”

“Shit, okay. I forgot. I’ll be ready in five minutes.” I turn to my bride, who is already sliding on her panties, and apologize. “I’m sorry, but I have to go to work.”

“When will you be back?” she asks, tilting her head.

“In a few hours.”

“Okay.”

“You’re not going to give me shit?”

“Is it going to do me any good?” Her brows raise, waiting for a response.

I don’t have anything that will sound less like a prick. “No.”

She crosses her arms, lifting her tits and drawing my attention straight there. “Are you going out to fuck another woman?”

“Hell, no,” I bark, getting irrationally angry.

“Then I can only sit back and wait for you to return. Besides, if you die, I’ll get out of this marriage.”

I glare at her and want to kiss her senseless. Does she really want out of this marriage, or is this her way of wanting to be thoroughly fucked? “Remember you said that because I’m going to make sure you pay for that later.”

“Shall I write it down?”

“Nope, I won’t forget it.” I pull her in for a kiss that’s forceful and domineering, and as expected, she melts in my arms.

****

Luca stays behind to keep an eye on my wife, but I get a message to beware. She is on a rampage after snooping around in my office. The second I walk through the door, she is up in my face.


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